Tag: Ceroc

I can’t believe I just wrote that. And I never thought I would have a passion for anything outside of Argentine Tango. Admittedly, my passion has eased off since I moved to Eastbourne over a year ago. There is no Argentine Tango to be had here in Eastbourne. I have had to make do with other dances, go back to old favourites, and try a new one. As a social dance, Argentine Tango is my preferred dance of choice as it is not just about the dance, it is about the music and the connection with another. If you want to know all about my passion for this wonderful dance and the music that inspired it, please have a look at my other blog.

I suppose something had to give. Maybe the passion for dancing was to fill a void. Salsa, Ceroc/LeRoc, and Bellydancing don’t quite reach the part of me that the music of Argentine Tango does. It touched my soul. The other stuff is just for fun and gives me a happy vibe, but it is a fleeting thing. However, dancing has now taken a back seat to drawing and painting. I still dance, but it isn’t that important anymore.

I discovered painting after a break up earlier this year. You see, I never thought I had it in me, but it seems I do. Other people seem to think so too, and I’ve been offered a place at my local college for the Art Foundation Course. So, now I am doing things with regard to painting and drawing as I did when I was learning to dance Argentine Tango. I looked at resources on the internet. I am reading books. I go to a couple of classes. I am painting and drawing something everyday. It is my new obsession. I used to laughingly say that Tango was my life, and that was because I danced 5-6 times a week for three years! I have enough Art Supplies, I could open up my own shop. Instead of buying Tango shoes and clothes, I buy paint and pencils and I just ordered some paper stretchers!

Right now I am painting anything and everything, but mainly naked people, fruit and veg, and flowers. I have done a few abstracts and have a few ideas to work on over the summer. I was given a project to do for the Foundation Course which will be reviewed tomorrow. I am learning in a way that I always like to learn something I am interested in, and that is by immersing myself totally in it. Unlike dance, there is a lot one can actually learn and apply to one’s art by reading books and watching videos on the internet. Although most artists that pass on information have developed their own techniques or methods of doing things, the foundations are generally the same for everyone. I have realised that as in dance, less can be more when developing a piece of work. As I am unskilled and still finding my feet (so to speak), I still need to learn about how things work and how to put things together, in my own way. Hence the Foundation Course. In the meantime, I am teaching myself things from books and trying out different methods of doing things, making a note of it and disregarding stuff I don’t like. I have a lot of time to do this before the classes start in September.

I have been an art lover from an early age. I used to love watching my father paint and draw. He could do it with either hand. His skill overshadowed my desire to pursue anything with Art, except to appreciate it. When I was 17, my English Class took a trip to New York to visit The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was my first ever visit to an art museum. It was a glorious summer day. Most of my classmates bunked off into Central Park to hang out and go drinking while a few of us actually went around the Museum. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of what I saw. I guess you could say that was the day my soul was touched by Art. From that day, I would visit Galleries and Museums every chance I got. When I actually lived in New York, I was in Art Heaven. I could walk to the MOMA on my lunch break! When travelling, I will generally try to visit a gallery or museum. I find it difficult to be indoors though when the weather is so nice, so I enjoy the Architecture instead, which is sort of like Art. Living in London for over 20 years was wonderful for all of the lovely Art and Architecture to be found. Now I live in a genteel seaside town that has a wide variety of creative people in the vicinity – and we have an Art Gallery, The Towner. Living by the seaside and the The South Downs is very inspiring. I have taken many lovely photographs of the area. I am sure I will find some inspiration that will get me to produce a piece of work because of what I have seen or felt.

Right now, I am having a lot of fun working with colour. I have been using a lot of it in my interior decorating, and now I am using it to paint. I am not interested in painting something ‘life-like’. I want whatever I make to be more than what it is. Without going into crappy and pretentious Artist’s jargon, I want to bring more to a picture than what I see – because I not only see what I am painting, I feel it and strangely have a connection to it – even to the fruit! The melon I painted today came out differently because of the variations in the colours of the different mediums I was using. However, it got more vibrant. The fruit became more than what it was. It is strange, but I am having fun! And I am happy!

And isn’t being happy and having fun what life is all about? 🙂

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On my Tango Blog, I have added a dance calendar to include Salsa, Tango and Jive in and around the Eastbourne area. (See my latest post.) If you have a dance event, please send me a comment with the details and I can add it to the calendar.

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This is the first vacation I have had with a man in over 5 years. I am sure that we will have a great time, but there is a tiny little part of me that is slightly apprehensive. You see, my best vacations have been when I have gone away on my own. When you are on your own you can do what you want, when you want it. No conferring. No compromising. You just do whatever takes your fancy. When travelling by yourself, you are never really alone if you don’t want to be. My last holiday in Sevilla, the week before I was made redundant, was fantastic! There were a few times that I thought it would be nice to have someone with me to share a particular moment, but the feeling quickly passed. I don’t think I would have had as great a time or met the people I did if I was with someone, especially if I had been with a man.

Having dancing skills has been a big boost to the quality of my holidays. It now gives me an extra something to do in the evening rather than sitting alone in my hotel. I can pretty much go to any city and find a dance venue [Tango, Salsa or Ceroc (Jive, etc)]. I don’t even have to speak the language. Dance has a language of it’s own. It is another way to get exercise and meet new friends. I met some lovely people in Sevilla through Tango. ‘Habla español?’ ‘No mucho, pero hablo Tango.’

We are going to the place where we met (I was on my own and had a great time). Amor has been many times since we first met. In fact, this will be his third trip so far this year. He knows a lot of the people that work in the hotel and dive center. I don’t know anyone. I am not so sure who has the bigger advantage. There are times I like to be invisible.

I will not be taking my laptop. I will take a diary for notes, my mobile for emergencies, MP3 for my Tango music and my camera. I have my mask and snorkel and the new fins and boots that Amor bought me for my birthday. The rest of the kit I need to hire and I really don’t need to pack much clothing. It will be very hot and a lot of time will be spent underwater. There is no Tango dancing where we are going. That doesn’t bother me.

Amor is going to be my dive buddy. I couldn’t be in safer hands as he qualified to be a dive master when I first met him. He is going to be my leader and I must really pay attention to him, sort of like in Tango. The only difference is that this could be a life or death situation.

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